Products

Ah great
Now shes back at it again
You fuckin bitch of a feeling
But not enough of a sense
Crawling underneath my skin
Where should I even begin
Explaining this is like a treasure
map that leads to a mind full of cap

For once I don't write about the trap
Ay, look at what I made, oh she scrapped
Gettin out the bed might actually make me wanna snap
They gave me pills but I don't see colors like I used to way back
Makin me think this might be a trap

You could call me slack
But to be honest i just don't feel so modest
and I can't explain why, but usually I'm not to shy
I don't know why?
I might be one of the oddest, I still pray to god
Even though religion ain't my promise

I'm just an artist slowly turing to a product, bringing bars
So hard, yeah they are the hottest
But still yet I'm one of the calmest

Locked in the stu working on art
Writing my pain down on a card
I'm just an artist
Slowly turning to a product

I been doin this
For a while
And I know that people talk
And no people hate on my style

An I know that I ain't shit
I keep hearin what they all say
I always wake up feeling
Like I'm not good enough every day

Whatchu mean what's the matter?
All your socials hella hit
Yeh cuz I dont post the pics
Of all my own depressing shit

I don't need no one to see
All of the things inside my head
That make me wanna quit this game
And feel like I'm better off dead

I'm just an artist slowly turing to a product, bringing bars
So hard, yeah they are the hottest
But still yet I'm one of the calmest

Locked in the stu working on art
Writing my pain down on a card
I'm just an artist
Slowly turning to a product